'Twas Not To Be

   There's been an accident.  The district attorney was on her way to the courthouse when an on-coming SUV ran a red light and T-boned the district attorney's car on the driver's side.  She did not survive the impact.
   
   .   .   .
   
   There's been a jail break.  One of New York's highest profile drug cartels escaped in the middle of the night.

   .   .   .

   He wanted to see his love one last time.

Sometimes...

   That afternoon, Alyssa had been anticipating her uncle's footsteps.  Lying in bed, her heart beat slower as she flung her pink, puffy cover over her head.
   Her uncle stopped just inside her bedroom door and flicked on the light.  "What are you doing in bed?" he asked.
   Alyssa groaned.  She kicked her feet, shuffling the sheets, burying herself deeper into the mattress.
   "I hate my life."

   "Sometimes... people die..."

Chores

   Spider.
   Meet Ruler.
   Swat!
   Shit!
   Swat! Swat! Swat!
   God, how I hate these--gaahh!
   Swat!
   Oh, thank Jesus it's dead.
   Egh.... Tissue!  I'll get a tissue.
   This is so gross.
   Wha--?!
   Oh, okay.  No guts on my finger.
   Still gonna bleach my hands with disinfectant though.
   Gah! So disgusting.
   "Doug!  I'm home.  Did you get the kids in bed?"
   "Yes, ma'am.  And I finished cleaning up around here too."

The True Meaning of Life

   "It's funny.... I'd thought Aunt Cheryl was religious."
   Young children ran around the lobby of the funeral home, tugging at their tight collars and pretty bows.
   Vern's neighbor asked, "What made you think that?"
   "I don't know," Vern said.  "I guess I just had it in my head that she was."
   "Well, she always made it clear to anyone listening: she wouldn't finance people who could easily condemn others."